Page 61 of Hidden Plays
“I told them both you were my trainer, and you used to play football.” He brushed his fingers down my arm. “When I talked about my IT band problem, Dad wanted to send me to one of his physical therapy buddies, but I told him no. My boyfriend was taking care of it.” His gaze cut to mine.
“Yeah?” Warmth drifted through me. He’d turned down some high-paid therapists for me? “So, but the routine I gave you is helping, right?”
“Of course it is. I wouldn’t fuck around with my body. Boyfriend or not, if it wasn’t working, I’d look elsewhere.” He smirked at me.
“I wouldn’t blame you. In fact, I’d want you to get the best care.” I gazed deeply into his light blue eyes. “I want to see you succeed, JJ.”
“I know you do.” Leaning in, he pressed a hard kiss on my mouth. “Speaking of succeeding, we have practice and class in the morning.”
“That we do.” Sighing a huff, I threw the covers off and climbed out of bed. “I should get going.” I still had some studying to do. “Maybe this weekend I can spend the night?” I grabbed my underwear and slid it up my legs.
“Sure. After the game on Saturday.” He sat up and gave me a mischievous grin. “Maybe you’ll want to try the plug?”
As I slipped my joggers up my legs, I stopped. Shit, he’d sure liked it. What would it feel like? “Uh, yeah, maybe.” I raised thejoggers over my hips. I had a few days to wrap my head around it. Grabbing my shirt, I shucked it over my head.
He stepped out of bed and dressed in his joggers. “I’ll walk you out. As a heads up, expect some teasing from the guys if they’re still out there.”
Shaking my head, I chuckled. “I would expect nothing less.” I glanced at him, his cock hanging free and obvious in his joggers. “JJ, don’t go out there dressed like that. Put some underwear on.” I snuck my tongue around my lips as my dick took notice.
“Why? They don’t care.” He stepped toward me and cupped my junk. “You seem to like it though.”
I shoved his hand away. “Don’t make me hard before I go out there.” I glanced at his dick, now plumping in the joggers, and I palmed it. “Fuck, we’ll both be hard.”
“Okay, stop.” Swiveling, he held his hands up and scoffed. “We both have to settle down.”
Planting my hands on my hips, I snickered and said, “You started it by free-balling in your joggers.”
“Fine.” With a quick laugh, he took his joggers off, slipped his underwear on and then his joggers. “Better?” He rolled his eyes.
“Yes.” I ambled to him, hooked an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. It was crazy how attracted I was to him. “You can free-ball all you want when it’s just you and me.” I waggled my brows.
“I see how you are.” He bumped into my side. “Now, let’s get you home.” Grasping my hand, he led me through his door, down the hallway and to the front door.
“How was it, Holden? Did JJ perform as well in bed as he does on the field?” Casey cackled while sitting on the sectional with a book in his lap.
I peeked at Casey, my cheeks heating. “He did, and then some.” Might as well play it up.
“He probably hasn’t had sex in what, a year?” Malik, sitting at the table, sniggered. “Or more.”
“Shut it, you two.” JJ scoffed a laugh. “Don’t listen to them.”
“I’m not, and it doesn’t matter. It was awesome.” I grabbed his nape and pulled him to me, pressing our lips together and darting my tongue inside his mouth.
“Oh, damn!” Casey catcalled us.
As I broke the kiss, I focused on JJ. No one else existed for me right now. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yeah, see you.” With a warm grin, he opened the door for me.
THIRTEEN
JORDAN (JJ)
Fucking Holden Cox had stolen my heart. How had I fallen so hard and so fast? I sat on the sectional at home after classes with my laptop open, attempting to study. But my brain was stuck on Holden. We’d kept things professional at the gym and on the practice field today, and thankfully the guys had kept their mouths shut. But they knew how important it was to both of us. There were a few secret touches, though. We couldn’t help ourselves.
My phone rang on the coffee table with a techno tune. I bent to grab it. Was it Holden? I held it to my face. “Nope, Uncle Brian.” Why was he calling me? I started the call. “Hey, man, what’s up?” He was always so cool to talk to.
“Hey, JJ. I just got off the phone with your parents,” he said. “I have a proposal for you.”
